Me: Yeah there are different opinions on how the movie Troy went but I have
to say that I really enjoyed it. I'm not crazy about the people like my
friends but Brad Pitt and Eric Bana were o.k. (in this movie) I think that
it was historically accurate for the most parts. Ok, who can exactly
interpret Homer's Iliad? So this idea came up to me so I was like why not
write it. So here I am typing away... sigh
"Hurry up Briseis, get on the boat now." Paris whispered grabbing her arm.
She reluctantly agreed with tears binding her vision. The thought of Troy last night was horrible. She would have rather not think about it but the pain urged and it was impossible to not do so.
Flashback
Fire roared through the streets of Troy, destroying everything in its path. The fervent flames demolished houses, thousands of lives, and love. All that was left was the sorrow of the Trojans. The city of Troy was burnt down to the ground and the remains are an unbearable sight. The women let out mournful cries as they saw their husbands get slashed and burned. While the kids were shrieking as they were taken into capture. Innocent babies were thrown to the grounds to bear an early death. Lives murdered from their homes. The ancient city was being destroyed and no one could have done anything to stop it. No one.
End Flashback
The Greeks did it; a voice whispered in Briseis' head, the Greeks did it. And who was the leader of them? It continued on. Achilles...
The name sent a chill down her spine and caused tears to stream down her face, but she didn't bother to wipe it away. The thought hurt too much. Achilles... the great warrior she had loved and gave herself to was a Greek. An enemy. The person who had killed hundreds of lives including Prince Hector's. And falling in love with the enemy was a disgraceful thing.
Briseis stared out to the sea that was just leaving port; they had secretly escaped through a tunnel while the rest were left to die. Why weren't the gods helping them? Why did so many people die for this war? Hector was gone and so was Achilles. Is this how life is?
Achilles was a brutal warrior; there was nothing he ever feared. He was cold to all people and with one wipe of a sword, killed all that wasn't loyal to him. All he knew to do was to kill, or so she thought at first. He really didn't care who died and who didn't. Life meant nothing to him, and neither did war. He just wanted his name to be passed on for centuries.
But by spending time with him, she grew to love him. He was so different from all the others she had encountered. Through the brutal and cruel shell, there is a part of him that she could at times uncover. And that was the part she loved. His gentleness with her and the caring words that has soothed her all those days while she was captured. She knew that there was the undeniable love. It was more than just lust, it was love.
The night of the sack of Troy he was there too. And for as much as she hated him for it, the memory of his death was horrible. He was trying to save from the horrible Agamemnon but Paris had to shoot him with a poisonous arrow. Achilles was known for his immortality through all parts of his body except the heels. And that's where it landed.
Paris calling for her name in the background telling her to leave. Achilles also told her to go. How could she though, after all they had shared, she couldn't just left him to die. But she did, after a last kiss and many tears. Now she thoroughly regretted it, how could she have left the only person that she had loved most? Life now was just meaningless to her.
He is gone, gone forever and everyone knows that the dead cannot come back. At least not in this life...
Me: This was a crappy, lame and a short chapter. But don't hate me for it. This is not going to be about After Life or Reincarnation even though it kind of seems like it and I have thought about it. It's hopefully going to get better, I assure you. I guess I'll update soon enough...
Now do tell me what you think. Delete, continue?
"Hurry up Briseis, get on the boat now." Paris whispered grabbing her arm.
She reluctantly agreed with tears binding her vision. The thought of Troy last night was horrible. She would have rather not think about it but the pain urged and it was impossible to not do so.
Flashback
Fire roared through the streets of Troy, destroying everything in its path. The fervent flames demolished houses, thousands of lives, and love. All that was left was the sorrow of the Trojans. The city of Troy was burnt down to the ground and the remains are an unbearable sight. The women let out mournful cries as they saw their husbands get slashed and burned. While the kids were shrieking as they were taken into capture. Innocent babies were thrown to the grounds to bear an early death. Lives murdered from their homes. The ancient city was being destroyed and no one could have done anything to stop it. No one.
End Flashback
The Greeks did it; a voice whispered in Briseis' head, the Greeks did it. And who was the leader of them? It continued on. Achilles...
The name sent a chill down her spine and caused tears to stream down her face, but she didn't bother to wipe it away. The thought hurt too much. Achilles... the great warrior she had loved and gave herself to was a Greek. An enemy. The person who had killed hundreds of lives including Prince Hector's. And falling in love with the enemy was a disgraceful thing.
Briseis stared out to the sea that was just leaving port; they had secretly escaped through a tunnel while the rest were left to die. Why weren't the gods helping them? Why did so many people die for this war? Hector was gone and so was Achilles. Is this how life is?
Achilles was a brutal warrior; there was nothing he ever feared. He was cold to all people and with one wipe of a sword, killed all that wasn't loyal to him. All he knew to do was to kill, or so she thought at first. He really didn't care who died and who didn't. Life meant nothing to him, and neither did war. He just wanted his name to be passed on for centuries.
But by spending time with him, she grew to love him. He was so different from all the others she had encountered. Through the brutal and cruel shell, there is a part of him that she could at times uncover. And that was the part she loved. His gentleness with her and the caring words that has soothed her all those days while she was captured. She knew that there was the undeniable love. It was more than just lust, it was love.
The night of the sack of Troy he was there too. And for as much as she hated him for it, the memory of his death was horrible. He was trying to save from the horrible Agamemnon but Paris had to shoot him with a poisonous arrow. Achilles was known for his immortality through all parts of his body except the heels. And that's where it landed.
Paris calling for her name in the background telling her to leave. Achilles also told her to go. How could she though, after all they had shared, she couldn't just left him to die. But she did, after a last kiss and many tears. Now she thoroughly regretted it, how could she have left the only person that she had loved most? Life now was just meaningless to her.
He is gone, gone forever and everyone knows that the dead cannot come back. At least not in this life...
Me: This was a crappy, lame and a short chapter. But don't hate me for it. This is not going to be about After Life or Reincarnation even though it kind of seems like it and I have thought about it. It's hopefully going to get better, I assure you. I guess I'll update soon enough...
Now do tell me what you think. Delete, continue?